A daughter’s recollection of her Dad and his Alzheimer’s Disease and what she is doing to keep his memory alive. From the blog of Blurb My Enthusiasm
Hurts. I’m not going to lie.
May 5th would have been my dad’s 71st birthday. Instead, he’s been physically gone over 2 years. Mentally, it was many years before, having succumbed to early-onset Alzheimer’s. He didn’t really know who I was in the end, but I was there with him when he passed. That was a good thing, which the universe seemed to know.
For the past two years I have been at peace with my dad’s passing, but recently I have been wondering, “Do I remember my dad’s laugh? Or what made him laugh? How was his smile?”. The farther the anniversary, the more I fear I am forgetting. Which in context, is a very scary thing. And when I get scared, I get busy. Luckily, I have two young children so time to think is a luxury. I have put austerity measures into place.
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